Wha' happen?

[drcuriosity]

...okay, a lot has changed since I went to sleep:

Three new LiveJournal posts

My previously empty cup is now half-full, and there's a puddle on the kitchen floor

My left side feels a bit bruised, in the back of the ribs

My left thumb feels a bit sore

I have a ham quiche

My pillow is not on my bed; rather it is on the floor at the end of my bed, near the computer

My glasses are nowhere in sight [Edit: They were under the pillow]

My dressing gown, previously on the left-hand side of my bed, is now in a crumpled heap over by the door, next to the fan

That knotty bit that gets tight in under the shouldblade of people with bad posture who use the computer a lot (which, I might add, I hardly ever have any issues with) really, really hurts

Many varied IRC/IM messages inquring if I'm alright

The moral of the story appears to be: Morbids don't let Morbids get dehydrated, feverish and delirious then post stuff online so that they can't remember it later. Again.

Now to find out where the mystery quiche came from.

[[Addendum:

Y'know, my fevered forebrain was right. Fish'n'chips'n'doughnut would be rather nice. No pony or starfish or gecko, though.

And the "pie" was from my parents. Thanks, parentals!]]